Chapter 6 Need A Release

Keira's POV

My foot pressed down on the accelerator as I zoomed past cars on the way to school. My knuckles had turned white from holding the steering wheel too hard as I remembered how he had dismissed me.

"Our session has come to an end. You can meet the receptionist for a new appointment." Then again, like a promise, he said. "See you around, Kiera."

I had never been so sexually frustrated in my life. How dare he tease me like that? I began to regret not leaving his office the instant I knew he was Clint Homer. There was no way that man would help me. Seeing him alone made me want to strip naked and fuck the hell out of him. And with the stunt he pulled today, it was only a matter of time before I actually slipped into insanity.

I needed a release. I would not function well today if I did not liberate myself from this pent-up frustration. As soon as I parked my car in a spot, I stormed to my department and barged into the office of my course advisor, the youngest professor in the department.

"Are you headed somewhere?" I asked when I saw the books stacked under his arm as he approached the door.

"I have a class..." he stopped short when he saw me lock the door and plunged the key into my cleavage. "What are you doing?"

I smiled wryly at him, proceeding into the office slowly as he took corresponding steps backward. "I need you to fuck me."

He beamed. "As much as I would love to indulge you, Kiera, I need to get these to class this instant."

I had him trapped on the wall between his desk and a shelf. I took the books from his grip and placed them on the shelf.

"That can wait," I said, getting down on my knees.

Untucking his shirt, I licked his bare waistline, earning a groan from him. I unbuckled his belt and let his trouser pool around his feet, freeing his hard manhood.

I smiled up at him, licking my lips. "How do you intend to go to class like this, Professor Lewis?"

He did not respond, only looked at me with hunger in his eyes. Kiss me, they seemed to say. And I obliged, running my lips on the length, without touching it.

"Fuck Kiera. Quit teasing me," he whined, lacing his fingers in my hair.

"You want me to fuck you with my mouth so bad, don't you?" I asked, flicking my tongue on the pink cap of his cock. He was nowhere as huge and solid as lint but well, he was going to do.

He hissed, his grip on my hair tightening. "Yes, Kiera. Fuck yes."

With a chaste kiss, I encircled my hands on his cock and squeezed, guiding the length into my waiting mouth. When he was all in, I popped him out, repeating it three more times. Then I sucked, creating a steady pace as I bobbed my head, taking him in and out, licking, squeezing, kissing.

After some time, he held my head in place as he fucked my mouth, his penis hitting the back of my throat as I gagged and rolled my eyes back in pleasure. My fingers played with my clit through the nettings while the professor's rhythm only increased as he came closer and closer to the edge.

It was only a matter of minutes when I felt a hot liquid trickle down my throat as he slammed into my mouth one last time, cursing loudly. He opened his eyes which were tightly shut before and looked down at me.

"Damn Kiera." He gushed as I rose.

"You like?" My voice was raspy.

He nodded happily.

Then I took his hand and put it into my cleavage. "Right now, you need to retrieve your key."

I watched his irises darken and in a split second, he had cleared his table and lifted me onto it. His mouth immediately found mine and in no time, he was kissing me hungrily. I moaned when he found my nipples and pinched the hard nubs through my top.

Desperately wanting to feel his hands on me, I broke away from the kiss and discarded my top. The key kissed the floor in a resonating clang as my top joined it. Professor Lewis helped me with my skirt until I was bare to him, save for the leggings and my shoes.

Without wasting any time, he laid my back on the table and pulled my butt to the edge. Spreading my legs, he tore open the crotch area of my net leggings to expose my dripping pussy.

I heard him tear open a condom pack and waited for him to roll it in place. My body pulsed with pleasure as soon as he penetrated, rolling his waist so I got comfortable with his size.

"Shit," I yelped when he unceremoniously began drilling into me.

My moans had become loud garbles that he had to cover my mouth with his hand. His pace did not slow down and I almost screamed in delight. "Just like that."

Soon enough, a cataclysmic orgasm rippled through me and my body shuddered as it rode the waves. The professor slid out of me slowly and we both smiled as we heard the loud 'pop.'

"You, Kiera, would not be the end of me." He said as he dressed up and exited the office.

I lay on his table, totally spent but sexually pleased.

Nothing ever beat good sex, I thought, my mind wandering to the therapy session with an ever-teasing therapist, Clint.